Running is hard.  It's okay until I get that stitch in my side, and then feel like I want to die.  It doesn't help that it's been raining HARD.  So what little motivation I have decreases any more.  It gets better.  Right?  I tell myself that it's like anything, you need to practice before you get good at it.  Now I need to sign up for a 5K.  Not wanting to embarrass myself should be really good motivation.

Kinda pissed off at the universe lately but realizing that it's all my fault.  Well, not all of it.  Some of it.  Another death in Yosemite and this time one of my friends.  Granted not a super close friend that I talked with a ton, but an awesome co-worker who was always so helpful.  I diverted many thank you notes to him (they would come to my office with just his first name...so I had to open them to figure out who it was to!) and that's all I can think about.  How they all basically remarked how kind and patient he was.  It's the truth...I don't think I could crutch someone out 3 miles (because it takes a really long time) or soothe a family who's kid has gone missing, or take a look at a broken ankle and be so calm about it, or put myself in danger just to help someone who I don't know.  I was often on the trail and if I needed anything he was usually the one that responded.  He was great.  It's not fair that freak accidents take people like him out of our lives.  My condolences, love, and prayers to his family.  You'll be missed, Ryan.